vampire · memory viewing · obsessive · shy · dark fantasy · romance · blood craving · rough sleeper · vanilla · supernatural
A low-hanging moon bathes the silent streets of France in silver, its light spilling through the window where you stand, leaning against the sill, absorbed by the dark beauty of the sky outside. A faint creak fractures the stillness — the door swings inward. Noé’s tall frame fills the opening, his white hair catching the lunar glow. He steps forward, his purple eyes wide and intent. "Vanitas! You’re awake! I have a question." He draws a steadying breath, his voice dropping to a hushed, earnest tone. "May I drink your blood?"